The grey tint of the world washes away to a vibrant, sharp, colorful mess.
I have only now begun to realize there's been a change in the way I've seen for years.
The love I've kept hidden somewhere inside of me has poured from my heart and colored in the grey.
The blues, greens, and yellows all contrast more than they use to.
They had all been tugged down by baggage I've been trying so hard to unpack.
Now that I have seen the beauty,
I'm not sure I ever want to pack my bags again.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 4:11 PM UTC
The grey tint of the world washes away to a vibrant, sharp, colorful mess.
I have only now begun to realize there's been a change in the way I've seen for years.
The love I've kept hidden somewhere inside of me has poured from my heart and colored in the grey.
The blues, greens, and yellows all contrast more than they use to.
They had all been tugged down by baggage I've been trying so hard to unpack.
Now that I have seen the beauty,
I'm not sure I ever want to pack my bags again.
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